SHADOWS JOURNEY. CHAPTER 1 – Day 9

SHADOWS JOURNEY. CHAPTER 1 – Day 9

The armadillo continued to play in the leaves, totally unaware of the danger hidden so close. “I could reach out and touch it.” He looked like a monument to the bizarre, the world; it held its breath, suspended in that uneasy tension where reality threatens to fracture.

​Looking at this meal was like looking at the absurdity of flesh. He did not speak; he thought this best. It was entirely for the best that he remained predictably mute, for if the mundane things in our lives—like a greasy Big Mac from a service station—were to stand on two legs and voice their grievances to the heavens above us, a man would find himself arguing the ethics of humanity with his lunch. And so, he merely existed to panther, letting the rustle of leaves tell whatever dark secrets he wanted.

​“That’s enough chat in here.” Shadow crept from the leaves, now ever closer to the armadillo.

​The smells, the sound—it all concluded in one result. Power and authority were here, but not solely his in the woods, and that could only mean the hu-man cages again. The only thing to do at this point was to sneeze.

​After the nose tickle, the noise had caused the armadillo to take evasive action. This took the shape of a small runaway; it stopped and turned into a football. The armadillo then lent his body weight and rolled. Shadow continued to follow and was just about to grab the ball-shaped shopping list when he realised there was an insignificant sting in his rear.

He had heard a thwack sound, then this sting.